First Friday Fictioneers of the Year! Yes, folks, it is Wednesday so, confusing for our Newbies, it means we get our photo for our story, which most of us try to post before Friday. Just to confuse. This wonderful photo that made me scratch my head was provided by Sandra Crook, wonderful author and photographer. Rochelle, from Addicted to Purple, our ever-diligent facilitator, writer, author, wonderful person, sure knows how to pick ’em! I’m no longer indicating my word count because, frankly, I always make sure it stands at exactly 100! 😉 As for the genre… well… let us not give too many hints, eh?
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- Did a little tweaking to clarify this was an exchange between father and daugter…
Thoughts Become Things
What is that incessant grinding sound?
It’s me, thinking! Got such great thoughts you can hear me think!
You are so ridiculous!
No, seriously, my brain is going non-stop: things to do, people to see, places to visit… anything but stay here on this dead-end farm.
There is nothing dead-end here, my dear. We provide necessary food to our neighbours. We are worthy.
Maybe, but it is so boring to me. I’m dying here. Same thing, every day. Same people, every day. All old, nothing new.
He looked at her, eyes filled with sadness. He’d have to let his daughter go.